Composing letters in my head
Sep. 17th, 2005 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daemonlunaDear SGA fandom,
Elizabeth Weir is not Liz.
Seriously. No-one on the show calls her Liz. And more importantly, she never, ever refers to herself as such. I'm an Elisabeth-not-Liz, too. Having people arbitrarily change your name is infuriating, and occasionally, if persisted with after you correct them, shows a huge lack of respect. You can use this. Work with it.
But when she thinks of herself as Liz? Cut that shit out.
No love,
Me.
Elizabeth Weir is not Liz.
Seriously. No-one on the show calls her Liz. And more importantly, she never, ever refers to herself as such. I'm an Elisabeth-not-Liz, too. Having people arbitrarily change your name is infuriating, and occasionally, if persisted with after you correct them, shows a huge lack of respect. You can use this. Work with it.
But when she thinks of herself as Liz? Cut that shit out.
No love,
Me.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-17 09:10 pm (UTC)She'd worked at a diner when she was in high school. The sort of job that meant aprons and name-tags and assholes that looked at your 15 year old chest covered in white lace and "Hi, I'm Elizabeth" and called you by your name. They would call her other things too. Gorgeous, Honey, Liz, Lizzy. She'd had to scrub down the grill after every shift, and empty the grease tray, but she'd sold that for a price. Her name they took. At best a misguided attempt at charming, at worst a power trip.
"Not forever," she'd thought, smiling and pouring more coffee.
"Not forever," she thought as she stepped through the stargate. "Not much longer now."
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-18 05:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-19 09:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-25 05:31 pm (UTC)